Here I am thrown across the room
my feelings are in a disarray
what is right
what is wrong
You make me question
where I belong
You insist upon
never letting me know
telling the truth in wicked ways
monstrous desire to let you go
but your grip is tight
and so is your glare
Of all poisons
I like yours the best
drawing me in
and throwing me out
Withdrawals on high
love is low
I am addicted to you
and it's dangerous
That's something we both know
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 6:28 AM UTC
Here I am thrown across the room
my feelings are in a disarray
what is right
what is wrong
You make me question
where I belong
You insist upon
never letting me know
telling the truth in wicked ways
monstrous desire to let you go
but your grip is tight
and so is your glare
Of all poisons
I like yours the best
drawing me in
and throwing me out
Withdrawals on high
love is low
I am addicted to you
and it's dangerous
That's something we both know